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John Waterhouse
Chief Medical Officer
Posts : 127
Join date : 2010-11-05
Age : 43
Location : Scotland
| | Subject: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:18 pm | |
| OOC(Waterhouse): I'm trying to set up the Wardroom as a "reusable set" for whenever.
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
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The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
[Tag] Someone else want to arrive?
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| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Tue Feb 08, 2011 5:18 pm | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
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The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
((Tag John, anyone)) | |
| | | | John Waterhouse
Chief Medical Officer
Posts : 127
Join date : 2010-11-05
Age : 43
Location : Scotland
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Fri Feb 11, 2011 9:44 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
[Tag: Jeff everyone else]
OOC(John): I'm in Wales all weekend.... be nice to come back to a bustling wardroom full of people, I don't want to write in all the medics before some other people arrive... be creepy to have all these doctors lining the bar.... | |
| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Fri Feb 11, 2011 3:06 pm | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
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The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
((Tag anyone)) | |
| | | | Joshua Seetar
Chief Engineering Officer
Posts : 73
Join date : 2010-10-10
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Sat Feb 12, 2011 10:47 pm | |
| What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
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| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Sun Feb 13, 2011 1:03 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
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The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
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What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
((Tag John, anyone))
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| | | | John Waterhouse
Chief Medical Officer
Posts : 127
Join date : 2010-11-05
Age : 43
Location : Scotland
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:13 pm | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
Tag Josh
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Tag John
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| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Mon Feb 14, 2011 2:47 am | |
| ----------------- Deck 2 Wardroom USS Invincible 1850h on the day of departure ----------------- The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits. Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man. "This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it." "Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered. "Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light. Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them. He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe. "Evening, gentlemen." "Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands." "Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland. "Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle. He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him. --- What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow." The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle. His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys." Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company. To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own. "Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?" John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam. "First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction. Tag Josh "Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality. Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical." ((Tag)) OOC: I'm assuming you meant to tag me and not yourself  | |
| | | | John Waterhouse
Chief Medical Officer
Posts : 127
Join date : 2010-11-05
Age : 43
Location : Scotland
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:01 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
Tag Josh
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food"
Tag Jeff
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
Tag: Generally Like a Gang Member with too much paint.
OOC(John): Yes, yes I did mean to tag Jeff not John. Least said soonest mended. | |
| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:15 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
Tag Josh
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
TAG | |
| | | | Joshua Seetar
Chief Engineering Officer
Posts : 73
Join date : 2010-10-10
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Fri Feb 18, 2011 3:15 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
(Tag Jeff)
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
(Tag JPers -- Darco, feel free to jump in) | |
| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Sat Feb 19, 2011 4:48 pm | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
Both Jeffery's eyebrows shot up and back down in acknowledgement,"Still a shock to the system to be sure. But I'll manage."
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
"That why you're so distant?" Michelle asked, her voice hushed so as that only Jeffery could hear her.
"Hmm?" Jeffery mumbled out as he took a bite of a pastry Josh had just made comment on,
She waved a hand up and down him,"Not even through a second date, you're given a command uniform and promoted to XO, and you're acting like I'm not here."
"Well, I-"
"What, afraid of showing too much in front of the crew?" she stood up now, her voice raised significantly so that everyone could hear her now.
"Michelle-" Jeffery tried to start, his mouth still full of the pastry.
She was pointing accusingly at Jeffery now,"Just because you're the XO now doesn't mean you're above everyone!"
Michelle stormed off out of the wardroom, leaving Jeffery confused as he looked up and about at everyone else in the wardroom that had just been privy to the scene.
"It's... I mean we..." Jeffery was trying to explain,"We've been seeing each other."
((Tag anyone)) | |
| | | | John Waterhouse
Chief Medical Officer
Posts : 127
Join date : 2010-11-05
Age : 43
Location : Scotland
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Mon Feb 21, 2011 1:10 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
Both Jeffery's eyebrows shot up and back down in acknowledgement,"Still a shock to the system to be sure. But I'll manage."
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
"That why you're so distant?" Michelle asked, her voice hushed so as that only Jeffery could hear her.
"Hmm?" Jeffery mumbled out as he took a bite of a pastry Josh had just made comment on,
She waved a hand up and down him,"Not even through a second date, you're given a command uniform and promoted to XO, and you're acting like I'm not here."
"Well, I-"
"What, afraid of showing too much in front of the crew?" she stood up now, her voice raised significantly so that everyone could hear her now.
"Michelle-" Jeffery tried to start, his mouth still full of the pastry.
She was pointing accusingly at Jeffery now,"Just because you're the XO now doesn't mean you're above everyone!"
Michelle stormed off out of the wardroom, leaving Jeffery confused as he looked up and about at everyone else in the wardroom that had just been privy to the scene.
"It's... I mean we..." Jeffery was trying to explain,"We've been seeing each other."
John gestured to the Chef as the doors slid shut behind Michelle and the main course was brought forth, an interesting selections of meats and vegetable dishes, it appeared that Lowe had made full use of the recent starbase visit to expand his pantry. As the dishes were sited on the table and the various officers took their first samplings the door swished again.
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Deck 02
Main Corridor
USS Invincible
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"Wait!" Claire brushed her hands on the trousers and quickened her stride to catch the retreating engineering officer.
[Tag, whomever is writing for Michelle]
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Deck02
Wardroom
USS Invincible
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"Highly strung these girls," muttered Tam to Josh, "you should meet our Nurses." The older man rolled his tumbler in his hands before getting better acquainted with the beef.
[Tag Josh]
James Adams shifted up a seat to fill the hole left by the departure of Dr Winstone, leaving the gathering entirely male. "Sir, was it something you said?" the young medic asked impishly of the XO.
[Tag Jeff]
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| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Mon Feb 21, 2011 2:21 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
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The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
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What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
Both Jeffery's eyebrows shot up and back down in acknowledgement,"Still a shock to the system to be sure. But I'll manage."
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
"That why you're so distant?" Michelle asked, her voice hushed so as that only Jeffery could hear her.
"Hmm?" Jeffery mumbled out as he took a bite of a pastry Josh had just made comment on,
She waved a hand up and down him,"Not even through a second date, you're given a command uniform and promoted to XO, and you're acting like I'm not here."
"Well, I-"
"What, afraid of showing too much in front of the crew?" she stood up now, her voice raised significantly so that everyone could hear her now.
"Michelle-" Jeffery tried to start, his mouth still full of the pastry.
She was pointing accusingly at Jeffery now,"Just because you're the XO now doesn't mean you're above everyone!"
Michelle stormed off out of the wardroom, leaving Jeffery confused as he looked up and about at everyone else in the wardroom that had just been privy to the scene.
"It's... I mean we..." Jeffery was trying to explain,"We've been seeing each other."
John gestured to the Chef as the doors slid shut behind Michelle and the main course was brought forth, an interesting selections of meats and vegetable dishes, it appeared that Lowe had made full use of the recent starbase visit to expand his pantry. As the dishes were sited on the table and the various officers took their first samplings the door swished again.
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Deck 02
Main Corridor
USS Invincible
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"Wait!" Claire brushed her hands on the trousers and quickened her stride to catch the retreating engineering officer.
Michelle looked behind her as Claire, one of the medical staff, came up behind her. She stopped to allow her to catch up, Michelle's face noticeably red with what could easily be discerned as frustration.
((Tag))
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Deck02
Wardroom
USS Invincible
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"Highly strung these girls," muttered Tam to Josh, "you should meet our Nurses." The older man rolled his tumbler in his hands before getting better acquainted with the beef.
[Tag Josh]
James Adams shifted up a seat to fill the hole left by the departure of Dr Winstone, leaving the gathering entirely male. "Sir, was it something you said?" the young medic asked impishly of the XO.
Still stunned, Jeffery just looked at James with an expression of confusion with a hint of sadness. He was unsure if there was anything he could've said at all to have kept Michelle from leaving the room the way she did. Come to think of it, there wasn't much he said or had done to have made it clear that her company was more than welcome in conjunction with his. In truth though, he did feel a tad uncomfortable with making their familiarity with each other widely known to the crew as of yet.
"Or didn't say." Jeffery remarked in response to James' question before taking another bite of the pastry.
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| | | | John Waterhouse
Chief Medical Officer
Posts : 127
Join date : 2010-11-05
Age : 43
Location : Scotland
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Mon Feb 21, 2011 1:52 pm | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
Both Jeffery's eyebrows shot up and back down in acknowledgement,"Still a shock to the system to be sure. But I'll manage."
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
"That why you're so distant?" Michelle asked, her voice hushed so as that only Jeffery could hear her.
"Hmm?" Jeffery mumbled out as he took a bite of a pastry Josh had just made comment on,
She waved a hand up and down him,"Not even through a second date, you're given a command uniform and promoted to XO, and you're acting like I'm not here."
"Well, I-"
"What, afraid of showing too much in front of the crew?" she stood up now, her voice raised significantly so that everyone could hear her now.
"Michelle-" Jeffery tried to start, his mouth still full of the pastry.
She was pointing accusingly at Jeffery now,"Just because you're the XO now doesn't mean you're above everyone!"
Michelle stormed off out of the wardroom, leaving Jeffery confused as he looked up and about at everyone else in the wardroom that had just been privy to the scene.
"It's... I mean we..." Jeffery was trying to explain,"We've been seeing each other."
John gestured to the Chef as the doors slid shut behind Michelle and the main course was brought forth, an interesting selections of meats and vegetable dishes, it appeared that Lowe had made full use of the recent starbase visit to expand his pantry. As the dishes were sited on the table and the various officers took their first samplings the door swished again.
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Deck 02
Main Corridor
USS Invincible
-----------------
"Wait!" Claire brushed her hands on the trousers and quickened her stride to catch the retreating engineering officer.
Michelle looked behind her as Claire, one of the medical staff, came up behind her. She stopped to allow her to catch up, Michelle's face noticeably red with what could easily be discerned as frustration.
"So, I'm new here, but people don't normally storm out of dinners, especially ones laid on by my new boss with the express purpose of getting to know people!" Claire smiled at the other woman, "You fancy grabbing something from the mess hall? Probably can't climb down and go back in there just yet."
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Deck02
Wardroom
USS Invincible
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"Highly strung these girls," muttered Tam to Josh, "you should meet our Nurses." The older man rolled his tumbler in his hands before getting better acquainted with the beef.
[Tag Josh]
James Adams shifted up a seat to fill the hole left by the departure of Dr Winstone, leaving the gathering entirely male. "Sir, was it something you said?" the young medic asked impishly of the XO.
Still stunned, Jeffery just looked at James with an expression of confusion with a hint of sadness. He was unsure if there was anything he could've said at all to have kept Michelle from leaving the room the way she did. Come to think of it, there wasn't much he said or had done to have made it clear that her company was more than welcome in conjunction with his. In truth though, he did feel a tad uncomfortable with making their familiarity with each other widely known to the crew as of yet.
"Or didn't say." Jeffery remarked in response to James' question before taking another bite of the pastry.
"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine." The brashness of youth kept James from digging any deeper, "When do we get to stretch our legs?" he went on.
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| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
Posts : 110
Join date : 2010-10-27
Age : 37
Location : Everett, WA, USA
| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Thu Feb 24, 2011 2:53 am | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
-----------------
The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
Both Jeffery's eyebrows shot up and back down in acknowledgement,"Still a shock to the system to be sure. But I'll manage."
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
"That why you're so distant?" Michelle asked, her voice hushed so as that only Jeffery could hear her.
"Hmm?" Jeffery mumbled out as he took a bite of a pastry Josh had just made comment on,
She waved a hand up and down him,"Not even through a second date, you're given a command uniform and promoted to XO, and you're acting like I'm not here."
"Well, I-"
"What, afraid of showing too much in front of the crew?" she stood up now, her voice raised significantly so that everyone could hear her now.
"Michelle-" Jeffery tried to start, his mouth still full of the pastry.
She was pointing accusingly at Jeffery now,"Just because you're the XO now doesn't mean you're above everyone!"
Michelle stormed off out of the wardroom, leaving Jeffery confused as he looked up and about at everyone else in the wardroom that had just been privy to the scene.
"It's... I mean we..." Jeffery was trying to explain,"We've been seeing each other."
John gestured to the Chef as the doors slid shut behind Michelle and the main course was brought forth, an interesting selections of meats and vegetable dishes, it appeared that Lowe had made full use of the recent starbase visit to expand his pantry. As the dishes were sited on the table and the various officers took their first samplings the door swished again.
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Deck 02
Main Corridor
USS Invincible
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"Wait!" Claire brushed her hands on the trousers and quickened her stride to catch the retreating engineering officer.
Michelle looked behind her as Claire, one of the medical staff, came up behind her. She stopped to allow her to catch up, Michelle's face noticeably red with what could easily be discerned as frustration.
"So, I'm new here, but people don't normally storm out of dinners, especially ones laid on by my new boss with the express purpose of getting to know people!" Claire smiled at the other woman, "You fancy grabbing something from the mess hall? Probably can't climb down and go back in there just yet."
"Sure." Michelle replied, brushing her mid-neck length hair out of her face as she came into stride with Claire.
***
"So I just don't know what to make of it all. Am I doing something wrong?" Michelle asked rather candidly.
She'd laid out the entire story from start to finish of how her and Jeffery's "relationship" had started back not too long ago when they were doing a recon of the Borg vessel. How he was sporting his yellow collar at the time, was rather timid in asking her out to dinner, the subsequent, pleasant interactions afterwards when he became the XO of the ship, then the sudden shift of demeanor over the past couple days when they were out and about. Course that was hardly ever it seemed since both had been engaged in their duties.
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Deck02
Wardroom
USS Invincible
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"Highly strung these girls," muttered Tam to Josh, "you should meet our Nurses." The older man rolled his tumbler in his hands before getting better acquainted with the beef.
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James Adams shifted up a seat to fill the hole left by the departure of Dr Winstone, leaving the gathering entirely male. "Sir, was it something you said?" the young medic asked impishly of the XO.
Still stunned, Jeffery just looked at James with an expression of confusion with a hint of sadness. He was unsure if there was anything he could've said at all to have kept Michelle from leaving the room the way she did. Come to think of it, there wasn't much he said or had done to have made it clear that her company was more than welcome in conjunction with his. In truth though, he did feel a tad uncomfortable with making their familiarity with each other widely known to the crew as of yet.
"Or didn't say." Jeffery remarked in response to James' question before taking another bite of the pastry.
"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine." The brashness of youth kept James from digging any deeper, "When do we get to stretch our legs?" he went on.
"I mean, it's not like I don't have an interest in her." Jeffery started on again, getting off his stool and pacing slowly among those assembled,"But I'm Executive Officer of the USS Invincible. I have to maintain a certain discretion with this sort of stuff don't I?"
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| | | | John Waterhouse
Chief Medical Officer
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
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The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
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What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
Both Jeffery's eyebrows shot up and back down in acknowledgement,"Still a shock to the system to be sure. But I'll manage."
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
"That why you're so distant?" Michelle asked, her voice hushed so as that only Jeffery could hear her.
"Hmm?" Jeffery mumbled out as he took a bite of a pastry Josh had just made comment on,
She waved a hand up and down him,"Not even through a second date, you're given a command uniform and promoted to XO, and you're acting like I'm not here."
"Well, I-"
"What, afraid of showing too much in front of the crew?" she stood up now, her voice raised significantly so that everyone could hear her now.
"Michelle-" Jeffery tried to start, his mouth still full of the pastry.
She was pointing accusingly at Jeffery now,"Just because you're the XO now doesn't mean you're above everyone!"
Michelle stormed off out of the wardroom, leaving Jeffery confused as he looked up and about at everyone else in the wardroom that had just been privy to the scene.
"It's... I mean we..." Jeffery was trying to explain,"We've been seeing each other."
John gestured to the Chef as the doors slid shut behind Michelle and the main course was brought forth, an interesting selections of meats and vegetable dishes, it appeared that Lowe had made full use of the recent starbase visit to expand his pantry. As the dishes were sited on the table and the various officers took their first samplings the door swished again.
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Deck 02
Main Corridor
USS Invincible
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"Wait!" Claire brushed her hands on the trousers and quickened her stride to catch the retreating engineering officer.
Michelle looked behind her as Claire, one of the medical staff, came up behind her. She stopped to allow her to catch up, Michelle's face noticeably red with what could easily be discerned as frustration.
"So, I'm new here, but people don't normally storm out of dinners, especially ones laid on by my new boss with the express purpose of getting to know people!" Claire smiled at the other woman, "You fancy grabbing something from the mess hall? Probably can't climb down and go back in there just yet."
"Sure." Michelle replied, brushing her mid-neck length hair out of her face as she came into stride with Claire.
***
"So I just don't know what to make of it all. Am I doing something wrong?" Michelle asked rather candidly.
She'd laid out the entire story from start to finish of how her and Jeffery's "relationship" had started back not too long ago when they were doing a recon of the Borg vessel. How he was sporting his yellow collar at the time, was rather timid in asking her out to dinner, the subsequent, pleasant interactions afterwards when he became the XO of the ship, then the sudden shift of demeanor over the past couple days when they were out and about. Course that was hardly ever it seemed since both had been engaged in their duties.
"Nope" Claire had sat quietly listening to the other woman talk out her issues with the XO, "He's probably having a severe case of the heebie jeebies, he's the new XO people are gonna judge that, he's not quite up to speed with all the first officer stuff and probably doesn't want to get stick about you, or worse have people talk about you behind his, and your, backs. Just gonna have to give the boy some time to come around" Claire's gentle twang spoke of rolling fields of cotton and tobacco that hadn't existed for two centuries or more, she scratched her head and took a sip of coffee.
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Deck02
Wardroom
USS Invincible
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"Highly strung these girls," muttered Tam to Josh, "you should meet our Nurses." The older man rolled his tumbler in his hands before getting better acquainted with the beef.
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James Adams shifted up a seat to fill the hole left by the departure of Dr Winstone, leaving the gathering entirely male. "Sir, was it something you said?" the young medic asked impishly of the XO.
Still stunned, Jeffery just looked at James with an expression of confusion with a hint of sadness. He was unsure if there was anything he could've said at all to have kept Michelle from leaving the room the way she did. Come to think of it, there wasn't much he said or had done to have made it clear that her company was more than welcome in conjunction with his. In truth though, he did feel a tad uncomfortable with making their familiarity with each other widely known to the crew as of yet.
"Or didn't say." Jeffery remarked in response to James' question before taking another bite of the pastry.
"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine." The brashness of youth kept James from digging any deeper, "When do we get to stretch our legs?" he went on.
"I mean, it's not like I don't have an interest in her." Jeffery started on again, getting off his stool and pacing slowly among those assembled,"But I'm Executive Officer of the USS Invincible. I have to maintain a certain discretion with this sort of stuff don't I?"
John watched he other man pace, "Discretion is different to standoff-ish." he observed while calmly chewing some beef and veg.
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| | | | Jeffery Cousland
Executive Officer
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Join date : 2010-10-27
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| | Subject: Re: The Wardroom Dinner @Cousland, Seetar, Rylov, Itris(?) and NPC's galore! Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:33 pm | |
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Deck 2
Wardroom
USS Invincible
1850h on the day of departure
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The ships wardroom was a place for the senior officers to relax and mingle, normally away from their respective staffs and the Captain. The room itself was curved along the aft of deck 2 with old style furnishings comprising a long conference type table of dark wood with 12 chairs around it, and three smaller tables each with two chairs set against one wall. Opposite these smaller tables the hull wall was broken by a row of five large windows looking out over the aft of the saucer section, INVINCIBLE, in large black lettering painted on the hull below. The room had a small kitchen at one end hidden a behind the bench of dark wood, which served as a bar being furnished with tall stools and some interesting bottles of spirits.
Dr John Waterhouse sat in one of these stools nursing a glass as he watched the two mess men putting the final touches to a platter of roast meats and some vegetable dishes, in all the food would feed the expected group rather well. John had managed to secure the services of these two from their more normal duties in the main mess; he had no doubt that Petty Officer Lowe would require a return favour at some point. Turning as the door swished open to admit Dr Monroe he scooped the tumbler of whisky up and raised it to the older man.
"This is gie fancy Sir." Tam said as he looked around, "Makes becoming an officer all the mair worth it."
"Yes Tam it does, it's looking good back there." John gestured to the stool next to him, "Grab a seat" he offered.
"Aye Lad don't mind if ah do." came the reply as Monroe eased himself onto the stool and began to admire the collection turning each bottle and raising one or two to the light.
Wandering in, Jeffery slowly rubbed his gut. A bit of hunger pain had been brewing for the past hour and he'd been looking forward to the communal dinner invitation. The anticipation peaked out where he knew Michelle was going to be present, but he was unsure of the anticipation's intent. There wasn't any declaration of a relationship publicly, but that hardly meant that one was needed or that the population around them needed to have that advertised to them.
He spotted John and Monroe over on a couple of stools. Jeffery opted to come over and stand next to John, opposite Monroe.
"Evening, gentlemen."
"Hello Jeffery, grab a pew." John motioned towards a stool. "I'd try one of these as an aperitif, that's if you can pry the bottle out of Tam's hands."
"Eh?, oh Aye" Tam sheepishly put the bottle he'd been admiring down in front of Cousland.
"Is it the real stuff?" Jeffery asked as he picked up the bottle.
He slowly turned the bottle as he examined it, holding it shy of arm's length away from him.
---
What a day, thought Josh to himself. He exited Engineering quickly and without regret; as he left he noticed his Assistant Chief hard at work on one of the panels outside the door. "Broken conduit," she said bluntly while continuing to work. "C'mon, let's get to dinner. We can get a crewman on that first thing tomorrow."
The woman nodded and stood. "You and Cousland have been out a few times now, eh?" he asked with a chuckle.
His female officer's gaze turned down and her cheeks reddened slightly. "A few, sir." Josh laughed, and the two stepped onto the TurboLift. "Wardroom." He said, and they were on their way. Josh checked his chrono and saw they were about on time. As the two stepped off they entered into the small room, where two of the officers and a few enlisted crewman had already arrived. "John, Jeff, nice to see you two," he said happily, a grin on his face. He rubbed his hands together. "Mmm, let's get eating, boys."
Jeffery put the bottle back down on the bar as Josh and Michelle both came in. His and Michelle's eyes came into contact and lingered for a moment before they took their seats. He stepped away from John, coming to sit next to Michelle. There wasn't anything he was attempting to impose by the move, but a hoped side effect would be some sort of reassurance on his part that he wasn't afraid being seen together in company.
To further that aim, he gave a slight, subtle squeeze of Michelle's arm before sitting down. He gave her a bit of a grin as she turned to look at him, returning the grin with a smile of her own.
"Aright, John." Jeffery said as he swung around on the stool to face the bar,"This was your idea, what are we eating?"
John looked up and down the table to make sure everyone was here, the assembled group was quite large. Dr Claire Winstone was the last to arrive, having only joined the ship the day before she was still finding it difficult to locate new compartments. She drifted in and took a chair near the end of the table beside Dr Adam.
"First we have starters" Said John turning slightly and calling to the kitchen "Mr Lowe?". The petty officer cook appeared from behind the bar and laid three trays of small pastry parcels and other assorted titbits. "Dig in, Tam can I help you to some?" John worked around the table dealing out food and getting people settled. "Nice to see you Josh, and you brought your depute" Remarked the CMO sitting down and angling for an introduction.
"Of course, John, gotta appease the peoples," replied the Engineer with a chuckle.
"Naw sign oh Mr Fitzroy?" Tam Monroe turned to the XO and made full use of the Wardroom's tradition of informality.
Jeffery leaned forward, coming to knit his hands on the bar as he looked over at Monroe,"He's a busy man, what with being the new head of Security and Tactical."
"Aye, ah was hoping he'd be around, as an Irishman I'm sure he'd appreciate this." Tam took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it, before putting the glass down and turning his attentions to the food.
Tam was probably right. Fitzroy hadn't really had any significant time off that Jeffery was aware of at least since he'd come on the ship as the previous chief. There was a temptation for Jeffery to go and give Fitzroy a prod on over the comms, but decided against it. How Fitzroy decided to spend his time was up to him, and if he wanted to spend it going over duty rosters and reconfiguring the forward weapons array, that was his business.
The whole though train was interrupted by a fork full of food stuck in his face, Michelle's face coming into view as he tracked the arm in control to it's owner. Obediently, Jeffery took the fork.
Claire and James Adam, the two junior medics, had embarked on a heated debate about the relative merits of the latest technical publication from Fleet Medical and choosing not to get involved in the debate John turned back to Mr Seetar, "So, a mission of exploration? Hopefully my skills are to be used in scientific endeavour rather than violence this time. Bit of a change of pace no?" John was becoming slightly worried that Rylov and Fitzroy would miss the opening course.
"We'll make a corpsman of you yet, John," said Josh with a smile. "This should be a quiet endeavour, and I'm looking to it. A good experience to get under everyone's belts, especially for your, sir." Josh turned Jeffery, his new superior. His transition into the position had been smooth, and Josh appreciated his care to not step on any toes. Once he got over his initial nervousness he would prove a valuable asset to the crew. "You've been adjusting well enough, I assume, Lieutenant?"
Both Jeffery's eyebrows shot up and back down in acknowledgement,"Still a shock to the system to be sure. But I'll manage."
Josh nodded and picked up a foreign looking pastry. A green goo oozed from the side, but he felt experimental. He took a large bite out of the side and promptly spit it back into the trash can, taking care to make sure the chef was not in the room. "Holy crap," he said, a look of agony and awe combined on his face. "That's got some... interesting flavors."
"That why you're so distant?" Michelle asked, her voice hushed so as that only Jeffery could hear her.
"Hmm?" Jeffery mumbled out as he took a bite of a pastry Josh had just made comment on,
She waved a hand up and down him,"Not even through a second date, you're given a command uniform and promoted to XO, and you're acting like I'm not here."
"Well, I-"
"What, afraid of showing too much in front of the crew?" she stood up now, her voice raised significantly so that everyone could hear her now.
"Michelle-" Jeffery tried to start, his mouth still full of the pastry.
She was pointing accusingly at Jeffery now,"Just because you're the XO now doesn't mean you're above everyone!"
Michelle stormed off out of the wardroom, leaving Jeffery confused as he looked up and about at everyone else in the wardroom that had just been privy to the scene.
"It's... I mean we..." Jeffery was trying to explain,"We've been seeing each other."
John gestured to the Chef as the doors slid shut behind Michelle and the main course was brought forth, an interesting selections of meats and vegetable dishes, it appeared that Lowe had made full use of the recent starbase visit to expand his pantry. As the dishes were sited on the table and the various officers took their first samplings the door swished again.
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Deck 02
Main Corridor
USS Invincible
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"Wait!" Claire brushed her hands on the trousers and quickened her stride to catch the retreating engineering officer.
Michelle looked behind her as Claire, one of the medical staff, came up behind her. She stopped to allow her to catch up, Michelle's face noticeably red with what could easily be discerned as frustration.
"So, I'm new here, but people don't normally storm out of dinners, especially ones laid on by my new boss with the express purpose of getting to know people!" Claire smiled at the other woman, "You fancy grabbing something from the mess hall? Probably can't climb down and go back in there just yet."
"Sure." Michelle replied, brushing her mid-neck length hair out of her face as she came into stride with Claire.
***
"So I just don't know what to make of it all. Am I doing something wrong?" Michelle asked rather candidly.
She'd laid out the entire story from start to finish of how her and Jeffery's "relationship" had started back not too long ago when they were doing a recon of the Borg vessel. How he was sporting his yellow collar at the time, was rather timid in asking her out to dinner, the subsequent, pleasant interactions afterwards when he became the XO of the ship, then the sudden shift of demeanor over the past couple days when they were out and about. Course that was hardly ever it seemed since both had been engaged in their duties.
"Nope" Claire had sat quietly listening to the other woman talk out her issues with the XO, "He's probably having a severe case of the heebie jeebies, he's the new XO people are gonna judge that, he's not quite up to speed with all the first officer stuff and probably doesn't want to get stick about you, or worse have people talk about you behind his, and your, backs. Just gonna have to give the boy some time to come around" Claire's gentle twang spoke of rolling fields of cotton and tobacco that hadn't existed for two centuries or more, she scratched her head and took a sip of coffee.
"Really wish he was more like a blown EPS conduit, or a out of alignment phase inducer. I know I can make those work without any problem." Michelle commented as she leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as she took a sip of her drink.
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Deck02
Wardroom
USS Invincible
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"Highly strung these girls," muttered Tam to Josh, "you should meet our Nurses." The older man rolled his tumbler in his hands before getting better acquainted with the beef.
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James Adams shifted up a seat to fill the hole left by the departure of Dr Winstone, leaving the gathering entirely male. "Sir, was it something you said?" the young medic asked impishly of the XO.
Still stunned, Jeffery just looked at James with an expression of confusion with a hint of sadness. He was unsure if there was anything he could've said at all to have kept Michelle from leaving the room the way she did. Come to think of it, there wasn't much he said or had done to have made it clear that her company was more than welcome in conjunction with his. In truth though, he did feel a tad uncomfortable with making their familiarity with each other widely known to the crew as of yet.
"Or didn't say." Jeffery remarked in response to James' question before taking another bite of the pastry.
"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine." The brashness of youth kept James from digging any deeper, "When do we get to stretch our legs?" he went on.
"I mean, it's not like I don't have an interest in her." Jeffery started on again, getting off his stool and pacing slowly among those assembled,"But I'm Executive Officer of the USS Invincible. I have to maintain a certain discretion with this sort of stuff don't I?"
John watched the other man pace, "Discretion is different to standoff-ish." he observed while calmly chewing some beef and veg.
Jeffery came to stand next to Josh, putting a hand on his shoulder,"She said anything to you? I mean, anything at all?"
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